Sins of the Son

Sins of the Son Conversations between a horny son and his Sexual Spiritual Advisor

Part 4

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Young, horny and with an intense lust for his Dad's and other men's feet, Ralph turns to a Sexual Advisor Chad for help. To him, he lays bare all his fantasies so that the Advisor can go deep into the young man's mind to expose and explore themes including Ralph's sexual urges toward men, religion, chastity and control.

Ralph:

Sometimes, I like to imagine that it's not just me who is staring at and masturbating to my dad's meaty feet. I like to picture guys from all around the world staring at my dad's powerful soles on a special website, frantically masturbating and spilling their life seed, such is the power that his feet have. It sends throbs of pleasure down my own cock to think that those soles can force all those potential lives from the testes of foot-hungry men; instead of pumping their sperm into a woman's warm receptacle, their time is spent in adoration of my dad's feet, this "waste" of sperm a direct violation of the sacred texts that Dad himself abides by. How fascinating that he, content in his little world, his feet currently encased in warm cotton socks in his work shoes, is completely unaware of how many guys are in love with his feet. His beautiful God-given feet, their very existence, causes the violation of the very texts he believes so much. The ejaculation of precious cum is a consequence of his existence, and more directly a consequence of the inadvertent exposure of his soles to his horny son that faithful afternoon. His feet are simply too beautiful to be seen by just me. It has to be a worldwide phenomenon. It's almost like it is my duty to make sure that as many horny guys as possible see his amazing soles.

Chad:

Given some of your father's peculiar religious abhorrences for "seed-spilling" and what-not, it IS rather delightful to consider that, unbeknownst to him, his magnificent feet could be circulating almost like pornography. The irony would probably be lost on him, and I'm sure he'd make a big show of being furious about it were it ever to come to his attention--but one cannot help wondering if there might not also be a slight stirring of a very secret thrill that his feet had such a a powerful influence on your own erotic feelings, and that of so many men he didn't even know! One of the images I enjoy considering is how an admirer of your dad's feet would be required to lick and kiss the upturned soles while he was kneeling and penetrating his wife. During such a session, the admirer might suddenly feel the toes sort of "jerk" against his tongue--a signal from your father than he should move up the legs to the buttocks, spread the cheeks, and begin stimulating the rectum and back of the scrotum with his tongue.

I can sense how aroused you are by your father's UPTURNED soles, and can FEEL, as I watched the photographs and videos you sent me, that part of your excitement and arousal had to do with the very fact that this is how his soles appear as he penetrates your mother and feels his penis tip sliding all the way into her moistened vaginal canal until his piss slit pressed up against the mucous at her cervix, nudging against the very opening of her womb, deep within her.

If your lips and tongue were pressed to his toes, you'd almost be able to feel, smell and TASTE, just from the skin of his soles and toes, the level of arousal he was feeling inside your mother's twat. As your mother, involuntarily, might suddenly "clench" her vagina around him, you might feel a little twitch of his toes, feel them vaguely "gripping" your tongue-tip--quite involuntary on his part!--but giving you intimate knowledge of the conjunction of your own parents' organs!

One idea of yours which I often return to is the notion of how YOU, yourself, might be required to forego any male pleasure of your own during such an activity.

I guess a lot of men are too squeamish or prissy to stray into such taboo areas; but I rather enjoy going into such things, and am amazed that, even as a boy still living at home, you were "advanced" enough in your tastes to enjoy such thoughts, albeit perhaps mixed with a fair amount of guilt and confusion because of the fanatic religious zeal your father practiced.

I can almost feel how your tongue was YEARNING to taste the spaces between your father's toes, and your nostrils to sample the scent of his feet--and how very stiff and wet your youthful penis was as you secretly stared at those glorious feet.

Ralph:

One thought that crossed my mind recently was how good it would feel if I pushed my foreskin forward to completely conceal my cock head, and pushing the tip of my covered penis to my dad's sexy arch of his foot, in one purposeful movement, I would peel back the skin as far as it would go. As layer after layer of sensitive foreskin moves back, it rubs against my dad's sensitive feet, sending ripples of pleasure through me and my dad. We would in fact be making love in a very unconventional manner. Finally, when the last of the skin has pulled back, the most sensitive part of my dick will be in full contact with his feet. I would ejaculate wave after wave of thick semen on his arch, which would trickle down all the way between his strong toes and I would rub my cockhead over the slippery slope between his arch and toes, milking the last man juices out of my penis. And finally, I would lovingly lick and swallow every drop of cum on his blessed, powerful feet...

Another thing I like to think about is imagining my dad getting aroused at work and precum oozing out of his piss slit. Some collects in his foreskin and every time he walks around he can feel his cockhead rubbing against the slimy foreskin. As this brings sensations of pleasure to him, he ignores it until he can naturally have his wife's cunt naturally peel it back and urge him to a massive orgasm.

Chad:

Since I was circumcised, in infancy, I don't know the exact sensation of which you're speaking, but am delighted to consider how your father might actually be able to FEEL the slipperiness underneath his foreskin--a feeling which you yourself might know about.

It's charming to think how, in his arousal, fluid might escape, even though he's at work--but that thanks to his foreskin, it doesn't seep into his underwear or pants, and instead collects under the skin, which didn't "unfurl" on its own inside of his clothing, in spite of his arousal--perhaps he didn't get completely erect.

He knows, however, that he will soon be home, and will soon be able to push his penis head into your Mum's cunt-lips, and feel them very gently roll back the skin. At that point, the slippery slime which has been coating his glans penis all day will help him glide down into her. He probably doesn't shove in quickly: I think your father enjoys the slow penetration, and I'm sure if you and I were standing there watching, we'd see his upturned soles flexing slightly and his toes moving gently as he enjoyed the delightful, soft, mucousy kiss enveloping his rigid organ, and causing even MORE of his fluids to seep out. You would probably feel my own penis stiff and warm against your soft buttocks as we stood there, watching and enjoying his feet. Of course, since you'd be wearing a chastity device that rigidly caged your own penis and kept it from expanding and rising up, you'd have to content yourself with enjoying MY erection, vicariously, and knowing that at least the man standing behind you, watching with you, was able to stiffen up and enjoy the scene.

Fortunately, your father's damp socks are nearby, so at least I can pick them up and hold them to your nose so at least you can enjoy the the scent of his feet as we watch your father relieve the sexual tension he felt all day inside your mother's slick cunt!

Ah! Look at how his toes suddenly flexed like a dancer on full pointe! I think that's an indication that your father just felt his PISS-SLIT actually TOUCHING the os cervix all the way in the moist depths of your mother's cunt--he can feel his tiny hole right up against the mucous plug at the very entrance of her womb, where he shot his seed to make your life!

What a shame you cannot feel a full erection, as I can, watching this!

However, I'll let you at least feel how stiff and hot my own penis is, as I slip it underneath your buttocks: your own penis is still kept piously soft, so there is no sin at all. Just watch and enjoy, knowing that at least I have a nice, warm hard-on from what we're seeing!

Ralph:

I was just thinking about an hour ago that my father has to be somewhat sadistic. As I stare at his firm, wide and powerful soles in the photos that I shared with you, I remembered the day he told my Mum that I should not even be masturbating according to the Laws of the Faith. Of course, that almost made me shiver in fear to hear my Dad saying that, secretly wishing of course that he would go out of his way to try and restrict my dirty habits.

What really excites me is what was going through his mind as he said that. When he was a teenager, he was not religious and happily stroked himself whenever he pleased. He is a very intelligent man and has a good memory so he knew very well when he said those words to me and Mum that he was completely happy to restrict the masturbation of his own son during those years when he would be horniest. How cruel and unfair that he had the wonderful excuse of not having these guidelines from above when he was younger and hornier and now he could impose them on his son desperate for release.

He must have known that even if I did continue to masturbate, I would be full of guilt and every ejaculation would feel wrong somehow. He was happy and content to know that. He would also know that his son would want to masturbate approximately as frequently as he did when he was his son's age. Only a sadistic man, in my opinion, could tell his son that masturbation is wrong. Had he become so carried away with the religion that he was prepared to make unreasonable demands to his sexually frustrated son?

Which makes me wonder what other cruel things one can get away with in the name of religion? When my mum was away for several days, did my Dad masturbate? I wish I had caught him once but I never have. Perhaps he never masturbated and waited patiently till Mum came back? If he did masturbate, then that would make him a hypocrite of course, which is another thing that turns me on. Could he be asking me to follow these strict rules while he himself was breaking them?

If he was a good father, he would have put me in a chastity cage. He would have placed cameras in my room and around the house to see what I got up to when I was home alone.

When he told me that masturbation was not allowed, did he seriously think that I could stop? Surely he knows that it is a fundamental need. Surely he has not mastered self-control to that extent? Did he secretly wonder how many days I could go for without coming? Did he know that whenever I caught a glimpse of his meaty firm soles, my dick would twitch in my pants and that I would find a spot where I could stare at them and masturbate frantically? ...

Chad:

I think of your father's magnificent feet and your youthful films of them quite often--nearly every night, as I lie in bed, idly enjoying an erection, I remember how they look, and how deeply they arouse you--and now, I also think of how he dominated your youthful spirit, and was so determined to limit your arousal!

Your remarks about your father--how he said you should not be masturbating at all, even though he undoubtedly masturbated himself, as a youth--reminded me of parts of the movie "Kinsey," about the famous sex-researcher, who also had an embarrassingly religious father whose attitudes about sex troubled him. I was thinking perhaps I should edit out several scenes concerning the father-son relations, and his youthful anxieties about masturbating, for you, in case you haven't seen the film.

Many years ago, a technician at a sleep lab was explaining to me how they measured "nocturnal penile tumescence." It's actually rather interesting: there's a flexible ring, and inside it, there's a ring of mercury, which is a metal that is liquid at room temperature, as you know. Through this "wire" of liquid mercury, they can pass a small current, and measure the electrical IMPEDENCE.

When a boy puts the ring around his penis, and his penis SWELLS, the circumference of the ring INCREASES, and the "wire" of mercury gets more NARROW--and these changes in the electrical impedence may be MEASURED.

Of course, at the technician's lab, they're pretty much just seeing if a man's penis DOES erect at night at all, during REM sleep, as an aid to diagnosing sexual problems--but what a great aid that is to adult men trying to supervise the unruly desires of boys like you!

I like to imagine how, perhaps, you're made to wear such a device--and it's connected to a kind of transmitter, using cell phone technology, that alerts a special monitor pendant or bracelet which your father could wear. That means that at no time, day or night, could your penis get hard--not even a little bit stiff--without him at once knowing (a) that his high-spirited son's penis was stiffening; (b) the exact INTENSITY of the erection you were having; (c) the DURATION of the erection; (d) by how steady the erection was, your father would be able to tell if you were trying to make it subside or not--in short, it would END any possibility of you keeping such a thing to yourself. Your father would be in CONSTANT and IMMEDIATE contact with the state of your penis, and would know INSTANTLY when you were not keeping your dirty lusts in check, whether you were in the house with him, or whether you were far away.

Upon returning home from school, for example, there would be no escaping embarrassing confessions if, during the day, you were unable to keep your penis from hardening. One day, for instance, some older boys might have been fooling around in front of you, and perhaps one threw himself down near you, and suddenly, without any warning, pulled off his huge sneakers and sweaty socks because he felt something in his shoe or something and wanted to brush it off the sole of his foot.

Looking at that meaty sole of his, and catching a whiff of the smell of his foot, maybe you suddenly realized, a bit too late, that deep in the hidden folds of your pants, your unruly penis was swelling, and you were probably unable to get away quickly to try to stop the arousal, without making the other boys wonder why, at the revelation of a mere foot, you might react by running away.

By the time you recognize that your penis is swelling, it's too late to stop it from getting stiff enough to trigger an alert to your father, and so, when you return home, he knows the exact time when, for about six minutes, you were helpless to stop intense sexual pleasure from flooding through you. With a blush, and the hair standing up on your neck, you hear your father cock his thumb toward his den, indicating that he wants to have a pow-wow.

"What was going on at 2:30?" your father asks, as soon as the door closes behind you. Your father knows there are only other boys at school, and so there's no question in his mind that you might have discovered girls--the only two options that occur to him are both terrible sins: either you were allowing yourself to have an erection--or worse, you and another boy were indulging in something unspeakably sinful.

Standing there trying to explain yourself in the silent room, you know that it will only be a matter of time before your father will even be able to figure out about your lust for his feet. Indeed, as he waits for you to answer, standing there, he sits down and--horrors! removes his shoes to put his feet up. There, before you, are the most beautiful soles in the world, sitting there in the damp socks you YEARN to taste, and with your belly in knots, knowing that even the SLIGHTEST stir in your penis will cause the monitor on your Dad's wrist to buzz an alert, you fight with your own body, desperate to stop the blood from rushing into your organ!!

Meanwhile I--and probably your father!--can freely enjoy our own hard-ons. I think perhaps your father soon discovers how the complete mastery and control he has over you feels GOOD, and even inspires him to feel like fucking your mother. He might actually even have a hard-on HIMSELF when he thinks of how he's making you combat your own feelings, just in order to obey HIM--and enjoy knowing that soon, it will be bedtime, and he will be able to soothe the irritation you caused him by sinking deep into the slick kiss of your mother's vagina and fucking out a good, satisfying orgasm deep into her womb.

Ralph:

I almost had a violent orgasm towards the end of your email. I was savouring every sentence.

What a wonderful idea this mercury ring device is. Let's call this device the erection monitoring ring (EMR) especially useful for adolescent arousal control (AAC). AAC is something the Faith is especially interested in. In this period of history the youth get carried away with sex and drugs and whoever grows up in the Faith with strict parents are definitely going to be monitored very carefully.

You mustn't forget that growing up in the Faith with strict parents, a good son will always obey his parents. Sure, he might deviate from time to time (e.g. frantically masturbating to homosexual thoughts on lonely nights), but he understands that a good son always tries his best to obey his parents and his Faith. In some sense, you can describe this as brainwashing. The son knows nothing else, and however frustrating striving for chastity might be, he MUST struggle to obey his Faith as much as possible and while living under his parents' house, he must listen to them as they try to get the message through to him. The job of the man of the house is to make sure his son is as pure as possible.

Knowing that I would probably be a horny teenager like him, we can imagine my father one day installing 2 or 3 very small cameras in my room and in my bathroom so he can monitor my sexual behaviour. One morning at work, he reviews the videos and sees me beating one off. He knows I must be having impure thoughts and that is clearly a sin. He sits down and writes an email to the National Council to ask their advice about how to deal with this masturbation problem that his son is having.

Back home, I, his loving son who has always tried to please him, is completely unaware that my father has seen me in a state of orgasm. I don't notice when my father quickly glances at my crotch, thinking to himself what a shame my son is going down the wrong path already. He thinks back to the video. He remembers watching his son, who is currently sitting on the table with him, rubbing saliva on his cockhead, which looks a lot like his own, and tensing his legs as spurt after spurt of white semen shooting out of his horny penis. 'When I get horny', father thinks to himself, 'I wait patiently to fuck my wife. I sometimes leak streams of precum in my underwear in my work trousers, but I quickly divert my thoughts to other things' (One can imagine my father driving back home after work with the sticky substance still at the tip of his penis; he of course refuses to wipe it off during the working day because that would certainly cause some unwanted, unholy stimulation.). He is disgusted at the thought of his horny son wasting his precious time milking his dick when he should be studying or doing something useful. He knows the joy of release and is not amused at how his son is abusing the sex impulse. 'They just cannot appreciate the wonders of the sex impulse,' he tells himself, 'if they are free to stroke themselves all the time'.

The next day, father reads the reply from the Council "Dear Mr S., Thank you very much for your email. We understand it takes a lot of courage to speak about your son's weakness. This is a common problem at this age. Thank you for forwarding to us the video of your son masturbating. We now officially have it on file. This is clear evidence to us that not only must he be having impure thoughts, but that he is acting on his sexual impulses prior to marriage. This calls for adolescent arousal control (AAC) procedures in order to adhere to the Holy text. We highly recommend installing him with an EMR, which you can collect this afternoon from our headquarters. It is clear from the video that he has achieved a state of orgasm resulting in the spilling of life-giving seed, which means that swift action must be taken, lest he lose himself in the unchaste ways of the material world. We recommend that you search his room for any pornographic material, ensure that he cannot lock himself in his room, place website monitoring software on ALL computers in your home, and do regular spot checks whereby you enter his room at any time and demand that his trousers be pulled down immediately to check the state of his penis. Please remind your son that you love him very much and that this is for his own good. We must be loving yet firm with the youth, guiding them on this very straight path to become pure and wholesome adults."

My father eagerly drives to the headquarters to pick up the EMR. He is happy because he feels like he is doing the right thing. He doesn't care about the huge amounts of sexual frustration he is going to introduce into his son's life.

That evening, after reading the manual very carefully, he tells his son that he needs to see him in the guestroom bathroom. His son is nervous, naturally, and wonders what his dad is holding in his hand.

His dad locks the door of the brightly lit bathroom and acts like it's an interrogation. This makes his son very nervous and afraid. At some level, he loves making his son feel small and afraid; it makes him feel strong and powerful. It reminds him that he is in control.

"Listen, you're at the age when you get a lot of strong sexual urges and it's normal to get erections from time to time, but I want to read to you what the Faith says about these things".

My father proceeds to read lengthy paragraphs about controlling sexual desire, waiting until marriage to express sexual urges correctly. I feel afraid because he sounds very serious. In fact, he loudly and firmly reads the text, line by line. The more he reads them, the more cruel they sound. My penis almost feels like a separate entity in my trousers, afraid of what's to come. I am filled with dread yet a certain excitement as I look at the electronic device he's brought with him. As he continues reading, I feel small. I will be an obedient son, I tell myself. I want to please him and the Faith.

"Until you find a girl to marry", he finally says, "you have to try your best to control your urges. "I want you to pull your trousers down for me and pull your foreskin back."

Seconds later, I have exposed my most private area to him.

"I can tell you've been masturbating", he says, looking right at my cockhead. I feel ashamed. "Masturbation is a drug. The more you do it, the harder it is to stop. I have to stop you now before it becomes a full-blown addiction."

He takes the EMR and slips it around my penis and he places it just underneath the cockhead, beneath the corona.

"This is constantly going to send signals to my computer about your erection state. It can detect the slightest erection and it can detect orgasms because it can sense the uncontrollable throbbing of your penis during an orgasm. We need to spend a few minutes calibrating it first."

Father enjoyed seeing his son helpless before him. It's for his own good, he thought, as he set the "soft penis" parameters into the software. The software was first taking in basic data about his son's flaccid state.

"Alright son, I want you to produce an erection for me. You can stroke yourself."

My heart beat fast as I began to stroke my penis in front of my dad. As blood rushed to my organ, I felt afraid but so excited at the same time. I reached full erection in no time and dad did something else on the computer.

"Alright, now the system needs to know what the wave pattern of your orgasm looks like." Father would also send these basic data to headquarters so that they could have it on file. Only the purest youth could be appointed as adults on the Council and so it was important for them to monitor the self-control of the youth in the community. Father wanted his son to follow in his footsteps; that is why he was making all this effort to keep his son as chaste as possible. "I want you to stroke yourself to orgasm. Make it fast. This is not supposed to be pleasurable. Cum in this jar." Father got the camera ready as he had to send footage of his son's orgasm to headquarters. They had to be sure that his squirts were adequate to later impregnate a woman and they needed a semen sample for analysis.

I was very nervous masturbating in front of my dad, and yet my stomach was tied in horny, excited knots, knowing that my dad was watching me in my most intimate state. 'Come on, so,' he said, his left hand reassuringly placed on my right thigh, encouraging me to ejaculate, 'concentrate.'

"Good boy," he said as my body tensed up and a cry escaped my lips. He nodded in satisfaction as shudders went through my body and the squirts of semen from my rigid penis made a distinct sound as they came into contact with the bottom of the jar. "Now have a shower while I finalise the data collection and analysis on the computer."

"Alright son," he said, when I turned off the shower. He looked very serious and strict and I already was missing his almost compassionate face when he was urging me on, staring at my cockhead at the mouth of the jar. As my penis became soft again, the feelings of pleasure were forgotten and were now replaced with dread. "The first few days will be very difficult, since you seem to be in the habit of masturbating regularly. Through prayer, hard effort and my guidance you should be able to stop masturbating and eventually have complete mastery over your erections. This is also to encourage you to find a girl soon and marry young, so that you can express your sex impulse correctly. The Faith encourages a young man to find a girl as soon as he is sexually mature."

A shiver of fear ran through my body, as I realised I was not attracted to women and therefore was expected to remain chaste forever. It was just not possible. I wanted to run away, to hide, but I could not. Now the EMR would monitor my every stir. I wanted to cry in front of my strict dad. My eyes wandered down to his manly feet; I always admired the masculine arch and strong toes. I had to obey his will.

Father thought to himself, as he ordered his son to put his pants back on, that the poor boy was going to have a very hard time in the coming days and months. He was going to be thinking about his penis every second of the day, and that would itself cause a lot of unwanted erections, but he would eventually learn mastery of self and things would be for the better. And the best thing of all was that he could detect any orgasm so his son could not cum without him knowing about it. At some point, he would administer the picture test, where a son is shown a variety of sexual pictures to identify what arouses him so that counselling could be given to steer him away from the bad and towards the good. It was important to him that his son was sexually normal, so that just like him he could have an important role in the community one day.

Before his son went to sleep, he sat on the opposite side of his bed so that his feet were just inches from his son's crotch. His manly soles were pointing at the penis. He always used to like sitting like this when he gave his son advice.

I couldn't make eye contact with my dad as he gave me some advice that night. My eyes were glued on his soles and every time he moved his feet my penis grew in my pants. I could not control it my love for his feet were that great. A tear ran down my cheek as I realised what I was in for. As he read some religious passages to me, I nodded my head and wished I could kiss those soles, fresh from the shower. I knew I could not, however.

Before going to sleep, father looked at the latest data from the EMR and noticed a steady erection from 10:25 to 10:45. He cross-checked with the video from his son's room and realised that his son was fairly horny throughout his talk with him. He did not notice that his son was hardest when his manly feet were close to his crotch.

The computer program was designed to identify an individual's sexual orientation and any fetishes he may have. It worked best when the individual was aroused and being satisfied that his son had not masturbated for a week, he led his son into the testing room at headquarters. His son had to lie face up on the table and then the device was lowered over his head. A sequence of images and videos would be shown and he just had to relax and let his body respond to what he was seeing. His son looked very nervous as he lay on the test table. A camera would ensure that his son had his eyes open for the entire duration of the test (minus blinking) and that his eyes were focused on the images and videos being displayed. There could be no cheating. It had to be done, his dad has reassured him, because it is important that at this vulnerable age any deviations could be identified and fixed. The entire test would last 1-2 hours and the son would learn that this was not a random sequence of images. The program was intelligent. Any stirrings of the penis, and it noted carefully the RATE of penis enlargement and length of time in a given tumescent state, would alert the program as to the themes that aroused the candidate and then it would show more themes on the same subject and note the candidate's response. The program was loaded with an entire database of fetishes so there was no hiding one's desires from it. It would cleverly insert videos of a calming scene, like a waterfall, and then immediately introduce an erotic scene and note the candidate's reaction.

When I saw the short video of the man licking the other man's legs and soles, I thought I did a good job preventing my penis from growing, but then I noticed that the program kept showing more and more images and videos of male feet. I was so afraid. The videos were cleverly selected to create the maximum sexual arousal for anyone with a particular fetish. I was semi-hard when I saw a man ejaculate on another man's soles and lick it off. How was it so clever? My heart was beating fast.

I could not look at my dad directly when the experiment was over. Some tears were falling down my cheeks because I knew that he knew everything now.

"Son, you have major problems", he said. I felt so ashamed. I had let down my own father. "We are going to have to come here every other day and you are going to have to work very hard to overcome these impulses of yours. Until you can prove to me that you can remain soft while watching these videos, you will have to pray extra hard and we are going to do a lot of erection control exercises together. It will be a long struggle but I think you can be fixed."

Chad:

How very similar some of our fantasies are! I'm sitting here with a great, big, stiff hard-on, after reading your e-mail, and delighting in the pleasant vision of your struggles as your father and the other Men of Faith tease out, one by one, the dark secrets lurking inside the most secret places of your mind!

I have a variation on this theme I often enjoy. I'm sure you have known, and probably know now, some big hulking "jock" in high school or college, handsome, powerfully built, adored by all the girls, dumb, hating "faggots," etc., etc.

I like to imagine Dylan (we'll call him), star of the football team in high school, where he was a quarterback, and now in his first year at a small college in Pennsylvania, where he has already fucked his way through about three girlfriends, running afoul of the wrong man. I like to think of him as having, unwittingly, made an enemy of a dangerous mafioso whose grand-daughter and great-nephew both attend the same small college. Word gets to Don P., the mafioso, that not only has his great-nephew, Gerald, been beaten up for being a "wuss" and a "faggot" by Dylan and some of the other boys--but with Dylan as the ring-leader!--but that Dylan has also been fucking around with his beautiful grand-daughter, who not only has lost her virginity, but is now having to break the laws of the Church to abort an unwanted pregnancy.

With no end of financial resources, the Don plots an act of hideous revenge on cocky young Dylan.

First, he endows a phony "research project" on male sexuality, in which volunteer boys are paid to come in to interviews and reveal, honestly and openly, some of their most exciting masturbation fantasies to "therapists," and then select--by means of an "EMR" such as we've discussed, the most thrilling of them by the actual effect they have in provoking arousal.

In Dylan's case, he sniggered and chuckled a bit to reveal a secret "never fail" sperm-spurting fantasy of his about lying back comfortably, face-up, his legs spread, while a buxom older woman knelt over him, in 69 position, her wet cunt wafting its perfume toward his eagerly sniffing face and inviting a lick, while she teaches a young, fresh, virginal teenage girl the fine art of pleasing a man, orally, and giving him a good blow job.

Lured in by the generous "gratuity" paid by the research team, Dylan unknowingly gives up all the "keys" to his stiffest erections and most intense masturbatory orgasms.

In some follow-up research on Dylan's attitudes toward "faggots," he is presented with a list of HOMOSEXUAL fetishes and activities, and asked to rank them in order of how revolting and disgusting he finds them. His attitudes toward each activity is carefully examined by the therapist team to be certain of selecting the practices men might perform which he finds the MOST disgusting and nauseous to consider.

And then, in the second part of his fiendish revenge, the "Don" has Dylan KIDNAPPED and spirited away to an underground cell in a private prison, where no one will ever discover him.

And no, not to kill him--but to bestow upon him a fate "worse than death"--which is to turn him into HIS OWN idea of the lowest "perv" in the world.

Each of Dylan's days is divided into three eight-hour shifts.

One is for sleep; however, he is not permitted to have nocturnal penile tumescence, and must wear his EMR through the sleeping period--and is woken up and doused with ice-water at the slightest hint of an erection, let alone a wet dream.

The second third of each day is devoted to what we might call "aversion therapy" as, wearing the EMR, Dylan is trained to hate and avoid the stimuli that excite him most--women. The way this works is that the EMR is hooked up, surgically, to a device which is connected to a thin sort of "feeding tube" which has been inserted in Dylan's nostril, and leads directly down into his oesophagus, so he cannot stop the fluid from being introduced. If the EMR registers ERECTION, a flow of fluid begins proportionate to the intensity of the erection. The fluid is a powerful emetic--like syrup of ipecac--inducing an almost immediate sense of intense nausea, and, indeed, with full erection, inducing vomiting.

Thus hooked up, Dylan is exposed to delightful, beautiful, voluptuous, sexy women, all chosen according to his OWN descriptions of what he finds most exciting--and he soon learns that in order to PREVENT himself the RACKING retching and vomiting, he has to FIGHT HIS OWN BODY--erection means vomiting: it's that simple.

For eight hours a day, he "works" at fighting his own erections, and the "aversion therapy" even culminates in his most "sacred" fantasy of the "oral sex lesson"--a dream come true, made into his worst nightmare, because it is almost impossible for his most cherished fantasy NOT to end with him in FULL ERECTION--and, a split second later, losing his hard-on as he is throwing up violently!

Can you see him there, bound helplessly down, face up, his arms helplessly bound under him, his legs forced far apart and his hips on the edge of a table, just the right height to bring his scrotum in line with the delicate lips of a charming, beautiful young teenage girl who has never kissed a male before? Her full-figured mother, also naked, takes her place, just as in Dylan's fantasy, her long hair falling in curls to brush against his hips, as she talks to her daughter lovingly about how a woman can delight a man with her mouth, and begins to demonstrate and instruct her frightened daughter, using Dylan as a model and example, while the poor lad fights, desperately, to keep his unruly young penis from thickening and triggering the flow into his belly.

The final "third" of each day is spent developing Dylan's tastes. He receives regular infusions of testosterone, to INTENSIFY his need for erection and ejaculation, the "feeding tube" of emetic is removed, along with the EMR, and instead, he is fitted with erection-provoking devices to stimulate him physically. Gentle probes are inserted into his rectum to provide delicate stimulation from BEHIND his penis-root, and encourage his prostate and Cowper's glands to excrete copiously; little electrical devices are attached to his erogenous zones and the sensitive parts of his penis--and, while all this is going on, he is made to "enjoy" exposure to the most sickening fetishes he selected in the research, earlier on.

After spending half his waking hours fighting off an erection under the cunt of EXACTLY the sort of matronly woman he used to rub his dick thinking about, while his penis is licked by a frightened young beauty--there he is, being FORCED into full rutting erection as the stench of a pile of filthy, smelly sweatsocks fills his nostrils, and a grimy male's foot-sole is offered to his lips to be LICKED CLEAN!

Dylan, tough guy though he is, weeps bitter tears as he tastes the salty filth of that foot floating onto his tongue just as spasms rock through his hips and he pays his first ejaculatory tribute to the new love of his life--MALE FEET!!!

The Don smiles, watching. He knows, from having done this in the past to his enemies, that the "treatment" is forever, and that when he's done with Dylan, he will be no further danger to any effete young boys, or fertile young girls, but will, instead, almost shoot off a load in his pants whenever he sees a hole in a grimy sweatsock at a gymnasium.

To return, however, to your OWN fantasy, I'd like to suggest a few enhancements.

I think, were I sitting on the Church Council, I wouldn't advise cameras to SPY on you. I'd want your father to KEEP YOU BESIDE HIM at all times, and monitor you remotely with the EMR otherwise. At ALL times. Yes, that means you would no longer sleep in YOUR room, in YOUR bed, but in your PARENTS' room, with your FATHER. And while yes, I suppose a record might be kept on the computer, I think your erections should notify a kind of "pendant" your father wears, immediately signalling him of your state.

At school, boys like you, for whom the Council has recommended EMR and AAC, wear a special cap--a little beanie, with a small LED light at the top that glows slightly if the boy's penis is stiffening a little bit, and actually flashes noticeably if his penis goes into full erection. A moisture detector which can distinguish ordinary crotch-sweat and urine from the SINFUL excretions produces a warning buzz that is audible, and a real ejaculation, of course, rings a much louder alarm.

Naturally, other boys tend to be quite cruel to a boy who has the EMR and EMR-cap on his head, entrapping him and--a little like the test for visual stimuli of which you spoke--seeing what sorts of things might provoke erection in their victim, and ridiculing him for it.

You know, I suppose, that in the news recently was some study that was done up at Harvard or MIT (I think) which had researchers showing that they could use pupil-dilation observations as subjects looked at pictures of pretty girls and handsome men, to determine sexual orientation pretty reliably. And so I think the device you are forced to view by way of informing your father and the elders of your straying from normalcy probably measures, not only your PENIS, which you might be learning to monitor, but your IRISES and PUPILS over which you HAVE no control.

They have already figured out that feet excite you. Soon they will know that specifically MALE feet excite you. Then they will know that WIDE male feet excite you, and it will only be a question of time before your father, who is now beginning to NOTICE, himself, that you often glance at his feet as if you don't wish to be CAUGHT looking at them, begins to realize that HIS OWN FEET are figuring in his son's fondest sexual dreams! The elders, learning of his concern, suggest photographing his feet in a variety of poses.

You, who have yearned for them so long, know at once when a photo of your FATHER'S feet is included in the batch you're made to view, and realize that soon, not only will your most desperate secret be laid before your father's scornful eyes, but he will even know WHICH POSITION AND VIEW of his feet excite you the most, and begin to recognize that you enjoy envisioning him FUCKING YOUR MOTHER while making love to the soles of his feet.

What you may not realize is that your father is somewhat surprised to discover that his OWN penis stiffens, as he begins to recognize how his son worships his feet. To him, feet were something to walk on. This revelation suddenly makes him notice that it DOES feel pleasant when his feet are touched, and, for the very first time in his life, he dares to imagine what it might feel like to have someone kiss and lick the soles of his feet--something his wife has never done to him.

How RED and BLUSHING you must be when you face your father, after having so much of your secret thoughts laid bare before him!!

I am VERY glad to know that you almost had an orgasm reading one of my notes. How I'd love to have you bound and helpless before me, so that I could tease you, both physically and by speaking of exciting things to you, while watching you FIGHT not to get hard!

It especially pleases the Church to consider that an unruly boy would need, not only to slip the control of the EMR onto his own penis, but to affix the controls to his father's feet, kneeling before his father in an attitude of submission and obedience, thereby impressing the boy with the idea of relinquishing control of his lust to his own father, and, symbolically, to God the Father--and making him realize that he really WAS going to abandon erections and masturbation: symbolically, he was placing his father's feet upon himself, submitting to his dominion.

And indeed, you'll kneel, after placing the EMR upon your penis, and gently apply the controls to your father's feet. Essentially, the controls are packaged inside specially-made socks, because the sweat of the feet may loosen any adhesives, but some of them get carefully "strapped on" to your father's feet with little adjusting straps. Of course, as you have to apply them, you'll have to fight the urges it gives you to let your penis erect, so you will, daily, have to HANDLE your father's feet, closely, and intimately, while at the same time fighting even the SLIGHT urge to erect that you are feeling now, as you read this.

Once it's all in place, there's a very precise little "system" your father will have of detecting the "feedback" from your penis--annoying little tickles in various spots that give him a clear indication of the precise state of erection you're falling into.

Then, by operating his great toes--even from inside his shoes, he can administer a rich assortment of corrective feedback TO YOU. For example, three taps upward with his left great toe might deliver a small, unpleasant electrical shock to your testicles, causing a pin-prick sensation.

During the "calibration" of these various "punishments" you became very familiar with your father's foot-movements which cause them, so much so that when you subsequently FEEL the prickle, you can almost SEE his great toe rising up before your eyes.

As I lie in bed, waiting to fall asleep, I often enjoy teasing my erection imagining you in this predicament.

As I look intently at the pictures you sent me, I wonder how many other men would guess, as I did, how what you truly desire is that your Dad is lying, face down, penetrating your Mum with great enjoyment, and, instead of FUCKING her vigorously, to release his sperm, was lying there "luxuriating" in the slick mucous kiss of her vagina, while you, his son, first kneel at his upturned, meaty soles, tenderly kissing and licking them and cleaning them with your tongue--and then, to intensify the pleasure, you then "mount" his upturned soles with your own penis, feeling it glide over the surfaces of his foot-soles, now slicked up with your saliva. As you do so, your face rests upon your father's hairy buttocks, and you feel them twitch, involuntarily, as, with your delicate hands, you separated the hairy globes of his ass-cheeks, so that you may apply grateful kisses to the backs of his life laden testicles, tasting the sweat of his hairy scrotum and coaxing his balls to release the impatient sperm deep into your Mum's vagina.

The grateful kisses you apply to the areas you reveal between and under his buttocks cause him, involuntarily, to flex his powerful feet under your boyish penis.

I see all this as I look at your photos. I just wanted you to know.

How I LONG to be your father, and to feel my feet receiving the kisses of your passionate lips!

Ralph:

Imagine what must go through a good son's mind when he reads the rules of adolescent arousal control (AAC).1) You must always obey your father without question. 2) Your penis is not yours. Until you know how to use it wisely, it is your father's to command. 3) Your penis may be placed in a chastity device with the penis pointing down for as long as your father requires. 4) You will not stimulate your penis in any way. The only exceptions are: (i) If your father needs to update your penis and arousal characteristics files on the database for erection and ejaculation health monitoring. Then you are permitted to become erect and masturbate as required to ejaculate semen under the supervision of your father. (ii) During the fortnightly release ceremony when you may release your seed onto your father's soles to show that until you are fully mature, your penis and life seed are your father's. The semen spent in this manner must be swallowed back into you to remind you of the value of your sperm and total obedience to your loving father. 5) Should you become erect in your chastity device (the duration of erection recorded on the database automatically), before the day is done, you must kneel at your father's soles and for the same length of time kiss his soles and repeat the words 'I am sorry father for my sinful erection. Please forgive me.' 6) You will not willfully have an erection unless participating in erection training with your father. Erection training involves you and your father simultaneously achieving erection from a soft condition and holding that erection for 5 minutes before commanding your penis to return to the soft condition. This involves a lot of practice and concentration and will prove very useful in the future when trying to control your desires with a wife. AAC requires a good son to control all his erections and ejaculations. The programme teaches a son mastery over his erections and teaches him to have PATIENCE between orgasms, as will be required in marriage. It seems cruel but it teaches him a high level of self-discipline. We wish you and your father an enjoyable journey on AAC.

I just had a warm shower and was precumming generously as a wonderful scene played out in my head. Your words have given me such strong erections and coaxed strings of thick clear precum out of my penis.

My father has given you, a friend he trusts dearly, the task of overseeing the fortnightly foot worship ceremony; only he, you and I are allowed in his bedroom during this ceremony where the sinful son, his penis trapped in his chastity device, kneels before his father's upturned soles and worships them under your guidance. The more the son's mouth and tongue worship the father's soles, the more he can be forgiven for his sins.

Little does Father know that the thought of me engaging in this act gives you great pleasure. Of course, you act like you are not very interested as you enter the room. The light is dim and Dad has assumed his position for the ritual. You also cannot reveal how much you enjoy the ceremony and so have to be careful to conceal your own throbbing erection.

You place your hand firmly behind my neck as you also kneel. Initially, you will guide my mouth over the smooth, wide soles of my father. Your own head is very close to the action, just inches away from where my tongue makes contact with the perfect soles of my father. You can see on the screen on the laptop next to me that I already have a Class 1 erection and my penis is desperately trying to expand against the constricting device cruelly placed around my cock.

"Look at your father's feet as you lick them," you whisper softly to me. "We will blindfold you later, but for now gaze upon the perfection before you."

Your penis is now fully erect and the thought of my desperate penis longing for orgasm draws some precum out of your manhood, in a sense balancing things out. The more I am denied pleasure, the greater the pleasure you receive.

I am licking his foot all over under your guidance, your strong hands firmly gripping my neck. You keep my face near his strong toes while you watch my tongue darting hungrily between in each masculine toe. You admire the shine that dad's foot now has from the generous amounts of saliva that his magnificent soles have generated from my horny mouth.

"Now it is time for the blindfold," you say, as you carefully place it around my head. "The purpose of this is to ensure that you place all your concentration on your mouth and your dad's feet. There should be no distractions."

The blindfold gives you many additional freedoms. One of them is to lick father's soles yourself and then watch as my tongue slides over your wet spot; we are sharing the foot without me knowing it.

Your favourite part has to be the precum test. You announce that you are going to check the levels of precum that I am producing to see if I am trying to keep my erection under control. Father has given you have authority over the chastity device during the ceremony and you select the option that opens up a small area half an inch in diameter wide at the very tip of the device so that the tip of my penis is at your mercy.

"Keep worshipping his feet," you order, as you take out the pre cum detector device, effectively a catheter with a special irritant coating that causes more pain the more precum there is coating the inside of the receiver's dick. This is your chance to let your sadistic side have some enjoyment.

"Place your mouth around his heel with the flat of your tongue firmly against the sole," you command. I obediently try to engulf his entire heel with my tongue pressing hard against the powerful sole. Pure submission, you think to yourself, feeling a drop of precum oozing out of your own cock.

You gaze at the tip of my cock head pressed hard against the edge of the device. The piss slit looks like it is begging you to release its master. The catheter is 3 inches long and has a cap at the end to avoid losing it inside the receiver's dick. Once inserted, the chastity device can be closed up so that there is no way to release the catheter without your approval.

"Place your hands together and feet together," you order. I obey and you handcuff both of them because you know how much discomfort I am about to experience. That way he won't be thrashing around too much when the irritant kicks in, you think to yourself.

You look at the virgin piss slit and begin to insert the catheter, slowly, into the vulnerable organ. You can see me squirming a little. You quickly push the last inch in, pressing the end cap hard against the cockhead so that the catheter is as deep inside as possible, and close the chastity device back up.

"Keep your mouth on dad's feet. Remember, the more precum inside you the more this is going to burn." You know that no damage will be done but you will enjoy holding me in place while I squirm under your weight. "I will remove it when your erection subsides."

You position yourself on top of me so that your erection lies between my butt cheeks. The chastity device makes it hard for me to know that it is your penis there. You place your arms firmly around my chest. You enjoy the scene; me helplessly below you with the punishment device inside me. Only you can remove it. You can see my mouth placed over dad's feet. What a beautiful scene you think to yourself.

I begin to squirm violently underneath you. You can feel my ass jutting back violently, trying to get rid of the alien object in my cock. You know I want to scream but I obediently keep my mouth on dad's feet. Eventually, I can't take it anymore and yell out, "It hurts, it hurts! Take it out! Take it out!" Now I twist my body violently. Dad immediately jumps up, pushes me to the floor and sits on my chest. He stuffs his work socks in my mouth and holds his hands over my mouth, pressing down hard. You watch the laptop for signs of the erection subsiding, but it still persists.

"Lose the erection and we'll remove it," dad yells at me. You secretly hope it takes a while. I am thrashing about now. From your position, you can see dad's soles on either side of my helpless body. What a scene, you think to yourself. You get to enjoy dad dominating his son with his meaty soles pointing right at you. You can see his toes flexing and you wonder if he is enjoying this himself.

Eventually, after several minutes of struggling, my erection subsides and you pull the catheter out. You can see the large amounts of precum generated by all the worshipping and punishment.

Out of view of dad and me, you suck all the precum off the catheter while staring at dad's soles. This is not any precum, you tell yourself. This precum was generated under very intense, unusual circumstances...

Chad:

I would DEARLY love to be in the sort of role you describe, being able to oppress your desire like that while making you serve your father's feet--being in such a position of power over you excites me VERY much indeed, particularly in the puritanical context of seeming to aid in your reformation! I'd rather like to be a sort of church official or something of that sort.

What is most delightful, of course, is that AFTER the scene you described to me, we shall BOTH be leading Father to his marital bed. All this exertion of dealing with his son's sinful perversion has, ironically, stirred up strong desires in him to relieve himself as a REAL man--a God-fearing man!--does: plunged deep inside his wife before The Law and before God.

I shall carefully bind your penis back down into the chastity device--just because your ritual of obedience might have involved the little release to insert the catheter does not mean the discipline shall be relaxed--however, I think, once your father is pre-occupied, there is no reason why YOU should not be fully conscious--but afraid to say a word about!--my own stiffness. Of course, a large component of my own delight comes from knowing that of the four of us--your parents, you and me--only YOU must deny yourself pleasure, and the other three of us may freely enjoy the pleasures our bodies give us.

As we watch your father's beautiful upturned soles, I consider how he clenches and unclenches his buttocks, and think about various ways I might intrude devices into your rectum, seeking the tenderness BEHIND your penis, in order to further coax precum from you, while making your father believe that I was setting you additional challenges in order to help you learn the control you so badly lack.

I don't think my demeanor should be "bored" at all. I'd like--in your father's eyes--to appear to be genuinely concerned for your welfare, and devoting myself to helping you cure yourself of all this dirty-mindedness and unmanly thoughts, whereas you, helplessly, sense that I am ENJOYING your suffering and your humiliations and submissions, and am seeking only to INTENSIFY your misery in order to enhance my own carnal delight at it.

Ironically, when I arrive, your father forces you to express gratitude to me that I've come to help guide you--when I leave, your father makes you kneel and THANK me for helping to "treat you." Sometimes, as you kneel before me, you can almost FEEL the heat from my own penis, hidden inside my pants, stiff and angry, yearning to impose more and more punishment upon you! You can almost smell and taste the drooling adult precum soaking into my underwear with anticipation of things I shall do to you NEXT time! When you look up at me, and I look down into your eyes, only YOU can see the cruel enjoyment. Your father sees only generous compassion and Christian affection--YOU see the leer of the sadist I really am, and the diabolical threat to you that I really am--and you are helpless--you shall NOT be believed.

Nobody will believe you when you tell them how, as we watched your father re-enact the impregnation that gave you your life, I held you from behind, and whispered, my hot lips against your ear, describing in detail the contact your father's piss-slit was making with your Mum's cervix, and directing your attention to the subtle motions of his toes, that were conveying to us, involuntarily, the nuances of the pleasure he was tasting in the mucous-kiss of her deep, warm vagina. The heat of my own stiff erection almost burns your soft buttocks, and your penis is ACHING from its need to expand--thwarted!--and your urethra is burning with the remnants of the unguent I inserted deep into it, so that each drop my whispered words causes you to leak brings fresh pain to you. I am deeply aroused by the control I wield:

my whispered words are irresistible! It is as if my lips, against your ear, are operating a spigot deep inside your body, releasing the burning drops of pre-cum, one at a time, to make your own teenage toes curl and your delicate young body squirm against me.

You are trying to resist erection and precum for one reason--whereas I am only fighting back spontaneous orgasm, in an effort to prolong the deep pleasure I am experiencing--just as your father is slowing his thrusting now, and trying to prolong the delight he feels just lying in all the wet excitement he has forced your Mum to feel with him inside her! Three men, all struggling to control their penises, two with great joy, and one in tears of suffering!

And just as my lips seem to be controlling your suffering, so you sense how your tears affect my pleasure. Indeed, you feel a tear rolling down one of your cheeks as the burning inside your penis suddenly makes you wonder if you will EVER taste pleasure in your life at all . . . and instead of feeling SORRY for your misery, you feel my tongue tip extending to CATCH your tear, as if the flavor of your weeping inflames my lust even more!

I've been enjoying weaving this notion from a Japanese story by artist Gengoroh Tagame into our discussion.

The device you see at the bottom of page 15 is a kind of cod-piece, studded, along the interior surface, with metal spines or thorns which are cleverly and diabolically sharpened in such a way that although their points create a maximally "sharp" sensation, they are still too blunt to actually pierce the skin.

Of course, they're just a bit uncomfortable when the trapped penis is flaccid, but the moment it erects, even slightly, the painful pin-pricks begin, and the pain increases with the level of erection. As you see, at the top of page 17, the points of the metal thorns simply cannot cut into the swollen penis: they just "pinch" it all over very painfully.

Imagine, if you will, being seated with me and your father as I show this device to him, and explain how the designer of those cleverly sharpened thorned codpieces was actually another boy, not unlike you, who needed to be trained to control his unruly organ in our church, and devised this to help, not only himself, but other boys.

I like imagining your father getting very quiet and meditative, and looking a little embarrassed as he handles it. Then you hear me, saying gently to your father--in your hearing!:

"I know why you're feeling uneasy, Mr. Gordon. You can be honest with me. You're feeling a bit confused and embarrassed like now because, for reasons you don't understand, you feel your OWN penis stiffening. Don't be ashamed of this, Mr. Gordon. Just as a penis can be SINFUL, it is also an organ of truth and God's justice. The arousal you feel is God's own righteousness and lust for piety and goodness in his people. It is RIGHT for you to feel the loving passion of life's creation, just as when you created this boy in the embrace of his mother, when you contemplate guiding him to righteousness. Be proud of that reaction to taking steps to correct him. I feel this same arousal as I think of confining your son inside this corrective garment."

"Come," I add, looking at you, "Let us delay no longer and get him into it."

Ralph:

What a great device you found. I think the ideal device for arousal control should be a combination of the catheter (they call this the INTERNAL arousal control device - IACD) and the thorny pouch (formally called the EXTERNAL arousal control device EACD).

The boy whose desires must be strictly controlled will then have his poor penis trapped between the cruel internal device and the external thorns.

Notice in the diagram that the penis is actually pointing UPWARDS; I have never contemplated such a situation and it allows for a very interesting way of punishing an erection.

The IACD starts somewhere at the top of the pouch and descends INTO the penis. It is not entirely rigid but can flex somewhat so as to fit nicely into the piss hole as the penis varies between the flaccid and erect states.

In its softest state, the IACD sits 2 inches into the cock. The boy is reminded throughout the day that his penis is being monitored. In a sense, his Father is INSIDE him. That is the beauty of the IACD. It has more powerful psychological effects on an unruly boy if there is always a reminder of his stern Dad inside his most sensitive area. The IACD represents the control his Dad has on him.

As he develops an erection, the penis grows upwards and the IACD goes DEEPER inside the boy. The more aroused he becomes, the further inside him digs the IACD. It is designed to become slightly wider further up towards the top of the pouch so that the internal pain increases with increasing arousal. Also, the irritant secretion rate increases so as to exponentially discourage the unwanted hard on. This, combined with the cruelty of the EACD can bring tears to the strongest willed son.

You can just imagine the first studs who had to endure the IACD and EACD during the testing phases. Imagine their hard sweating bodies squirming while doctors looked on and made notes inserting and withdrawing the IACD.

While at school, however, the son is made to wear a downward penis device so that he can pee whenever he needs to. In this device, when the IACD is removed by the son, his piss slit pushes against a small hole and he can relieve himself. A sensor detects how long the IACD is removed and this cannot exceed one minute. You can imagine the relief as he pulls out the intruder from his penis and pees and the horror of having to insert it back into his penis after he is done. The closest thing to sexual stimulation he gets is the feeling of the IACD sliding out of him and sliding back in. He cannot "fuck his piss hole" repeatedly, however, because the sensor will tell his father that he is not following the rules.

When Dad comes home from work, he switches to the upward-pointing penis device. It is important that he alternates between the two because each penis position provides slightly different stimuli and the son needs to control his urges under a variety of conditions.

You and Dad are smiling warmly and joking with each other as you explain to him how to put on the device.

"Look at your Father as you feel the IACD go inside you," you tell me. "He really does care a lot about you and he is doing what's best for you. In fact, he loves you very much. We both do."

As I feel the IACD go inside me, I can imagine my Dad's strong hands guiding the device into and onto my sensitive member. I keep looking at him and I feel myself stiffen.

"You probably don't say I love you enough to him," you tell me. "Say I love you, Father."

"I love you, Father."

"We both love you very much. That is why we are doing this to you," you say. "This love is sometimes manifested via our own penises. Look."

You rub your straining erection through your shorts and I realise you are very hard.

"Mr Gordon, do you mind if I show your son your own penis?"

"Go ahead," he says.

You pull down his shorts and I stare at my Dad's half-hard dick.

"This is evidence of how much we both love and care about you."

At this point, my penis is trapped inside the device. I stare at my Dad's feet and stiffen further, trying desperately to fight the urge...

Chad:

Well, you have to remember the basic principles of all this. You see, a NORMAL man marries, and may then have an approved way to relieve his arousal. But boys like you will never be able to do that, and, consequently, must start out, early on, to relinquish arousal forever, and constantly to challenge yourself to withstand the sinful arousal which--in a boy for whom arousal can only lead to sin, and never to the enjoyment of the sacrament of marriage and the fulfilment of commandments to "be fruitful"--can only lead to debauchery and depravity and masturbation or even worse excesses!

Ant that is why the EACD is sometimes worn over your penis while it is gently arranged in the position of jutting upward--just as your father's penis juts upward, taking on the contours it needs to penetrate upward into your mother's vagina and bring the opening of his urethra into contact with your mother's os cervix, the mouth of her womb. But YOUR urethra, which shall never seek out a matrimonial union with a cervix, must learn to RESIST the temptation of being in the posture of delivering sperm into the belly of a woman--and that's where the IACD comes in. By entering into your urethra, and holding it steady--and REMINDING you that keeping yourself relaxed and soft is the only way to avoid stinging pain, it helps you learn NOT to respond to the gentle stimuli which are harmless in NORMAL men who can bring their erections to their wives for relief. That is why, for example, your brother need not train himself, because one day, being a normal boy, he will take a wife, and be able to relieve his arousal inside her, as God commands us.

It's EXTREMELY difficult for a boy to learn this control without some sort of physical aid. The IACD/EACD therapy was devised and developed and tested by other boys and men just like you, who were shut out from the bliss of marital holiness, and were determined to make it easier for boys like them to learn the necessary control and self-discipline.

Anyway, that is why, as evening approaches, your father rearranges your youthful penis for the night, pointing upward, just as his will be when it erects to enter your mother's labia and slip inside their moist kiss. The only difference is that your father may stiffen--and you may not, and, instead, must learn to stay calm, poised, and soft, while you direct your thoughts to your feelings of gratitude, obedience, and love for your father, the man whose penis squirted your life into this world.

At the all-boy school you attend, with all male teachers, there's a way to make this situation a lot easier on you. When there's a student who has to wear an IACD, they understand that urination cannot be conducted privately, for fear of the danger to the boy's precious soul, and everybody accommodates his need, just as they would deal with any other handicap.

Since obviously you cannot be allowed to handle your own penis in private, to remove and reinsert the IACD properly, when you need to urinate, you raise your hand, and, when the teacher recognizes you, you stand and tell him that you need to relieve yourself. He then finishes the unit, gets to a suitable place to stop, and lets you fetch a chamber-pot from the back of the room, and bring it up front to the podium. The other boys know better than to snickerer audibly, but you may notice a few of them smirking about this--pay it no mind; they'll understand when they're older and have boys of their own, and consider how THEY would feel if they had an abnormal boy who had to be trained with an IACD!

Then, the teacher puts on some examining gloves. You let down your trousers, and he unsnaps the EACD from the harness, and gently removes the IACD, allowing your penis to flop free. He then directs it downward, gently peeling back the foreskin slightly--you can squat a bit if you wish, or remain standing, your legs apart.

Now, I should warn you, Ralph, my lad, that the FIRST few times, the NOVELTY of having your penis suddenly freed like that may cause some slight, involuntary swelling, even though you're fighting hard not to get aroused--and often, even this slight bit of arousal can interfere with your ability to relax and allow your urine to flow. Generally, the teachers appoint one of your young friends, generally one of the class monitors, to use a stopwatch as a timer, and give you a generous amount of time to get your urine to piss out in front of the other boys, into the chamber pot.

But sometimes, at first, a boy has difficulty, in the quiet room, with nobody talking, and everybody watching his penis, as if you, too, are trying not to make any sound and so are afraid to release your stream of urine into the pot.

So, if you cannot make the flow start within the allotted time, the teacher will gently slide the IACD back in, and then snap the EACD back into place. Remember that the thorns inside the EACD are very carefully blunted so that they are MAXIMALLY sharp, so that they can deliver the strongest possible "sharp" sensation to your penis-skin, while, at the same time, being just shy of the actual sharpness it would take to really PIERCE penis-skin--neither a stiff nor a flaccid penis--so even if your penis has "aroused" slightly while it was freed from the IACD, you don't have to worry about your skin actually getting PRICKED by the spines as they bite into you. And, of course, if you've managed to keep yourself absolutely soft, you'll just feel the tips touching your penis all over, which is an almost pleasant sensation, if anything.

Then you pull up your trousers, return to your seat, and the next time you feel ready to try to piss again, you just raise your hand again, and we stop the lesson to give you another try at it. We've found that, sometimes, if an abnormal boy is having a LOT of trouble pissing in this way, it helps if, just before the teacher removes the IACD, you stop to pray for a moment, aloud, that you may control your penis sufficiently to relax and let your piss flow out. I think you'll find it very encouraging when your teacher and the entire class says "Amen" at the conclusion of your prayer.

In time, we will learn even more elaborate ways for you to express all the deep feelings which a son must have for the man whose penis deposited his life in this world. "I love you, Father," is only the coarsest expression of it.

Come with me, for a moment--I want you to see another boy and his father I've been helping as they prepare for the night.

See? That's Teddy over there. His penis is lying upward, inside his EACD--and is COMPLETELY soft, even somewhat RETRACTED into his body--in fact, it is only because the spine-tips inside the EACD are gently "pinning" his penis in place that it doesn't slip back under the foreskin and retreat into his pubis completely. Teddy lies down, face up, wearing only his EACD. His father, fully dressed, has felt so full of tender love for Teddy, as he prepared his son for the night, that his own penis stirred to full erection, inside his loose pants. He's remembering, as he was in such intimate contact with his boy, the glorious night of arousal and excitement when his penis squirted the life-semen deep into his wife to make Teddy! A moment he will soon re-enact!

But first, it is time for Teddy to declare his love for his father. Come, Ralph. Sit on my knee, and we shall listen together to his sweet words. One day, I will have YOU speaking this way to your OWN father:

Teddy's father lies down right on top of Teddy. Because the hard outer shell of the EACD doesn't let the pins inside press down, Teddy's penis remains delicately poised on the points--to avoid pain, all Teddy has to do is breathe deeply and stay relaxed and unaroused.

Face to face with his son, Teddy's father begins to speak, softly of his own arousal. He tells his boy, freely, openly, and candidly, all the details of the glorious night he impregnated Teddy's mother. "I feel," he says, "even now, the hot drops of my penis fluid seeping out, so eager am I to touch the tip of my penis to your mother's wet, yearning labia. On the night I made your life, I remember gently stroking the lips with my penis tip, and feeling your mother's aroused clitoris tickling the piss-slit of my penis."

In answer to each of these remarks, almost like a refrain, Teddy repeats, "I love you, Dad"--and gently kisses his father's lips. This only stimulates his father more and more, and, of course, Teddy must fight harder and harder to remain soft inside his EACD, rather than to stiffen sympathetically to the situation.

Indeed, as you and I sit here listening, Ralph, I can tell by the tear that is starting to roll down your cheek that you're finding it too difficult to watch this lovely scene without erecting and causing those spines to dig into your unruly penis. I, of course, who can later go home to relieve myself with my wife, can enjoy it thoroughly.

Here, let me show you.

At which point, I would guide your hands to my pants, so that you could feel my stiff, adult penis, fully enlarged, warm, and rigid!

I smile cruelly at you, and add, "All right, we'll go now. But I think I want you to see more of Teddy and his father, as an example of where YOU will be some day soon." And I add, making your bowels turn to water, "And wait until you see Teddy's father's feet. Not quite as beautiful as your father's, but ALMOST as wide and meaty!"

You shiver, realizing that I KNOW how you feel about your father's beautiful feet, and will be utilizing this against you.

I just wanted to let you know how often, before going to sleep, I lie in bed enjoying imagining you fighting off erection under torturous "tests" I impose. Last night I was enjoying imagining you fighting hard not to get a hard-on as I apply a teasing vibrator to the EACD, causing the threatening pin-points to create little "buzzing" points of contact all over the flesh you're trying to hold flaccid, so that the spikes--not sharp enough to PIERCE, and yet honed to points to create the maximal sensation of painful pricking!--cannot bite into you with the divine vengeance and discipline for your unruly lusts!

During this "training exercise," I enjoy imagining having your father, seated above you, resting his bare feet gently before your face, where I make you repeat, over and over, "I love you; I obey you; I submit to your will; I honor you"--punctuated by heart-felt kisses to different parts of the sole of his foot--each toe, the balls of his feet, etc.

I can almost feel, in my own penis, how this might eventually train you to a point where, in spite of being an adolescent, you learn to have utterly joyless, pleasureless ejaculations--so that your supreme pleasure is perverted into a mere EXCRETION, like pissing or shitting or producing smegma under your foreskin--just something messy to wipe up, without any joy, any excitement, any real enjoyment of your male body!

Ralph:

It has been a while. I enjoyed reading your description of Teddy and his father. I like to imagine his father's feet slightly larger and more masculine, and that he scrunches his toes together every time his son declares his love for him. What I am very excited about is that in a few weeks' time I am returning home and I will see those magnificent feet of his once more. I am of course planning the many ways in which I can worship him and I cannot wait to hear some suggestions from you. I am hoping to record the worship and perhaps keep a log of it. I would love for you to be my advisor, the man I report back to, who can receive my reports of attempted worship and provide guidance and counselling and offer suggestions to improve my worship experience. Written, photo and video evidence is very important I think.

I would like to classify the worship of my father into three categories. These are primary, secondary and tertiary worship. Primary will relate to the feet themselves, secondary to the socks that are in direct contact with and protecting the magnificent soles, and tertiary to his shoes.

I would like to divide these categories into four classes: a, b, c and d.

A would refer to penile/ejaculatory contact, B to oral contact, C to skin contact, and D to simply visual contact.

So for example secondaryB worship refers to my lips or tongue contacting his beautiful socks. PrimaryD would imply that I have visual contact with his bare soles. PrimaryA would be the HIGHEST form of worship, where my penis makes contact with his feet, while TertiaryD would be the lowest--I have simply seen his shoes.

A little bit of his son's cream in his socks or shoes would be a wonderful way to express my love for him I think, especially if his toes and soles could be in direct contact with the love juice for some period of time. It would have to be dried to be unnoticeable I assume. Perhaps, in the early hours of the morning, with a small drop of my life seed in the palm of my hand, I could attempt to wake him up for work by grabbing his feet firmly, the palm of my hand in which lies the cream pressing hard into his bare upturned soles. Perhaps I could produce video evidence of this act. The small amount of love cream would be unnoticed by him. As he puts on his socks for work he would then inadvertently be keeping a part of me close to himself for the rest of the workday.

I would love to place a small camera in his room to film his soles, especially during the early hours of morning, or perhaps even at night to see if he mounts my mother or plays with himself. I don't know if that would be a feasible project, however.

Recently, I have come to learn an interesting fact. As you know my father is of white/imperial blood, while my mother is of Indian and Persian blood. When I was born my mother was, believe it or not, disappointed that I was not fairer skinned. Her sister produced much fairer children, while I came out in between my mum and dad's colour. Of course, this is natural and expected, but for whatever reason (race issues of the previous generation), my mum is secretly disappointed in the very colour of I, her son. This means that, at least in her eyes, I am intrinsically inferior to my father. It is important that you take some time to savour this thought. It has very deep implications.

My feet, my penis, my semen, my being, is in a sense inferior to my father. As my penis throbs with love for him, while I stare helplessly at his soles, while my cum spews out of my penis with passion for his strong feet, I am constantly in a state of awareness that I will NEVER be as magnificent as him. The very act of my creation was for my mother to produce a son as close as possible to the perfection that is his Dad but she knew deep down that it is impossible genetically speaking. As he came into her however many times he did in order to create a son, the 'imperfect' was inevitably going to be produced. She deluded herself into thinking that some 'pure white' son would be produced as a result of their mating.

This is true. I learnt it from my relatives. It reminds me of my true place. I will forever worship the magnificent feet of my father. He is in a sense a god to be worshipped and almost by definition I am doomed to be the worshiper. I hope this allows you to understand a deeper connection in the triangle that is me, my dad and mum.

After writing this I had to go and empty my bladder. I realized that writing about my dad's feet and my lowly place longing for his feet and perfection has caused me to ooze some drops of precum, so intense is my feeling at this moment. I let the warm urine wash away the copious precum, dreaming of that day I will be able to get close to his feet again.

Sometimes I fantasize about placing one of his warm, freshly worn socks into my mouth (secondaryB worship), closing my lips completely so that this cotton entity that has encased his warm feet all day is completely inside me, and masturbating frantically until orgasm, only removing the sock after the ejaculation is complete. Perhaps I could keep the sock in my mouth for a long period of time and make a log of how long it has been inside me, trying to break my previous record.

Another fantasy of mine is to wear a pair of his socks for one day and then place them on his shelf so that he then wears them. Our feet would be in indirect contact that way. There are of course many various methods of worship, varying in degrees of creativity.

It is just a shame that he does not drink alcohol. It is therefore much harder to get into intimate contact with his sensitive but wide and strong bare feet.

I hope that this email has enlightened you as to my true place in the triangle that is I, my mother and father. I am the imperfect product of a woman desiring to mate with what she perceives to be a superior, white imperial man with strong legs and powerful, meaty feet. She has commented on his strong legs before so it is not just I who has a fascination with things lower than his groin. Whether she has desired or indeed physically worshipped parts of him lower than his groin could perhaps remain a secret forever.

I UNDERSTAND that I am the imperfect product of their joining. Therefore I acknowledge this and I declare my yearning and longing for his beautiful feet. They are not just beautiful. They remind me of my rightful place. Kneeling and declaring their gloriousness. When I stare at them from afar and squeeze my cock, I am not just appreciating their beauty. My ejaculation is a declaration of my imperfect station. It sends a shock to my very core, the deep part of me that understands that my mum is secretly displeased with me. My ejaculation cries out to both my parents. It is so powerful because it is telling my mum 'sorry I was not what you expected'. At the same time, it tells my father 'YOU are the perfect one she wishes I was like. Neither my mind nor body will ever get close. PLEASE accept this offering of pathetic, inferior semen to declare how much I love and admire you. Let it bathe your majestic soles. Let me lick it up because it does not deserve to even be covering your powerful soles.'

Why else do you think his feet could have such a profound effect on me?

Now you can imagine the first few times my parents copulated in order to conceive me. Remember I am the eldest son. They were young and eager when trying to create me. Instead of thinking what my dad was thinking as he fucked her, think instead what was going on in her mind. Although she has a strong character and carries herself with an air of confidence, DEEP DOWN she feels somewhat inferior. And as this strong white man with thick legs and perfect feet would mount her to shoot his seed in her, she must have been ecstatic thinking she is going to produce a similar child. She probably imagined herself as a vessel in which his thick, copious imperial cum would nestle and create a straight white boy who would grow up to be like his dad, not some light brown man-lover who would actually secretly want to rub his sensitive cock head on his father's upturned soles, fantasizing about the night he was created and exactly what expressions his dad's feet were making during the lovemaking process.

Chad:

My penis is rigid and warm now, because I've just read your e-mail and am absorbing it. I had to look back at my description of Teddy and his father, because it has been a while, and I'd forgotten what I'd written--but that only served to make my hard-on more insistent.

I am hoping, as you are, that your visit home will provide some opportunity for you to capture more views, sniffs, and perhaps even a taste of your father's magnificent feet, and of course, along with that comes the purely selfish wish that you'll capture some more thrilling videos we can enjoy together, although I hope you'll continue to exercise great caution not to arouse suspicion!

The worship classification system does seem a helpful shorthand, if I can get used to it: 3, 2, 1 for shoes, socks, feet respectively and D, C, B, A, for visual, manual, oral and genital contact. The simple text "B2!" or "2B!" would be adequate to let me know you were able to kiss or lick his socks, for instance.

I think there's a very symbolic element of 2B and 3B worship: I think, if you plant kisses on even your father's EMPTY, UNWORN sock soles and the interiors of his shoes, on the part that lies beneath his expansive soles, then you will have great satisfaction recognizing that he is walking--as it were--upon a path of your kisses, setting his foot down, over and over again, on the imprint of your adoring lips. I think, while he is asleep and unaware, you may collect, upon your fingertip, the moist drops oozing from your penis, apply them like a salve to your lips, and then press your "greased" lips to implant your kiss to the interior of his shoe, leaving a "kiss" of your penis-juices there for him to tread upon. Similarly, you would turn his sock inside out, so that you might plant this penis-nectar kiss onto the surface of the sock-cotton which will be pressed tightly to his beautiful soles!

I shall need to think more about your mother and how she might have regarded your father. The Indian subcontinent is such a complicated place--and I know from your films that you are not circumcised--would I be asking you to reveal more than you feel at ease telling me if I were to ask a bit more about your Mum's background, just to help me get her a little better in view for myself? Of course, what I'd enjoy most, I suppose, is a nice portrait of the two of them made at about the time that your father shot your life out of his piss-slit deep into your Mum's womb.

Of course, the best way for you to experience, for yourself, what some of these feelings were would be to hear it from their own lips.

As I showed you Teddy and his father, once we have you safely restrained, so that your penis will be inside the "iron maiden" we've constructed to aid you in your efforts to fight off erection, we can simply have your father lie atop you, and let arousal overtake him as he recalls for you, to your face, how he felt and what he was thinking.

With your Mum, though, I believe we'll do it a little differently. We will blindfold her and cover her ears with earphones, to ask her questions, and make it impossible for her to detect you--but we will, after binding your penis down, very tightly and firmly, guiding the head of it back through your scrotum and the tip of it almost touching your anus--affix you with a "strap-on" modelled EXACTLY to the dimensions and shape of your father's penis--in a state of extreme, verge-of-climax erection.

With this, you shall PENETRATE your mother, "fucking" her gently--while feeling absolutely no stimulation yourself!--and during the fuck, she will hear your father questioning her, encouraging her to speak, candidly and with shocking intimacy, of her most secret, internal desires and wishes as your "father-dildo" arouses her moist pussy!

And you shall hear your own mother speak of her raw desire for her husband, and her dreams for his impregnation of her, up close.

I think, in addition, crushed into a small ball inside your mouth, should be strapped in, as a gag, one of your father's socks, freshly removed and still damp with his foot sweat, as you--unable to erect, or even feel a single drop of blood stiffen your penis--"motherfuck."

Your father will smile, gently, watching his half-breed offspring being a half-bred motherfucker.

End of Part 4